Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Why what could I do more? I looked upon her with judgement, the strings of my tongue were well in tune, my embraces were in good measure, my palm of a good constitution, only the phrase was not moving; as for example, Venus herself with all her skill could not win Adonis, with the same words: O heavens! was I so fond then to think that I could conquer Mall Berry? O the natural fluence of my own wit had been far better! God-den good fellow. God give you the time of the day, pardon me Gallants, I was so near the middle that I knew not which hand to take. A very good conceit. And yet because I will be sure to give you a true salutation, Cripple, quomodo vales? Good morrow Cripple, good-den good master Barnard, master Bowdler, Bonos noches, as they say, good night; and thus you have heard my manner of salutation. You are very eloquent, sir; but Fiddle, what's the best news abroad? The best news I know not sir, but the newest news is most excellent i'faith. Prithee let's hear it. Why this it is, the sergeants are watching to arrest you at master Berry's suit. Wounds, where? Nay, I know not where; alas sir, there is no such matter, I did but say so much, to make you warm the handle of your rapier: But M. Bawdler, I have good news for you. Let me hear it, my sweet russetting. How, russeting? I my little apple Iohn. You are a A what? You are a, O that I could speak for indignation! Nay, what am I? Yond are a pippinmonger to call me Russeting or apple Iohn. Sirrah Russeting, i'll pare your head off. You pippinmonger, I'll cut off your legs, and make you travel so near the mother earth, that every boy shall be high enough to steal apples out of thy basket, call me Russetting? Nay, be friends, be friends. As I am a gentleman cripple, I meant him no harm, but the name of Russeting to master Fiddle, that many times travels under the arm in velvet, but for the most part in leather trussed with calf-skin points, 'tis most tolerable, and not to be endured, flesh and blood cannot bear it. Come, come, all shall be well. Fiddle, give me thy hand, a plague on thee, thou knowest I love thee. Say you so? why then anger avoid the room, melancholy march away, choler to the next chamber, and here's my hand I am yours to command from this time forth, your very mortal friend, and loving enemy, master Fiddle. Now tell us, what is the news you had for me? O, the sweet news, faith sir, this it is, that I was sent to the Cripple from my young Mistress. Master Cripple you know I have spent some time in idle words, therefore be you compendious, and tell me if my mistress handkercher be done or no.
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Why what could I doe more? I lookt vpon her with iudgement, the strings of my tongue were well in tune, my embraces were in good measure, my palme of a good constitution, onely the phrase was not moouing; as for example, Venus her selfe with all her skill could not winne Adonis, with the same wordes: O heauens! was I so fond then to thinke that I could conquer Mall Berry? O the naturall fluence of my owne wit had beene farre better! Godden good fellow. God giue you the time of the day, pardon mee Gallants, I was so neere the middle that I knew not which hand to take. A very good conceit. And yet because I wil be sure to giue you a true salutation, Cripple, quomodo vales? Good morrow Cripple, goodden good maister Barnard, maister Bowdler, Bonos noches, as they say, good night; and thus you haue heard my manner of salutation. You are very eloquent, sir; but Fiddle, whats the best newes abroad? The best newes I know not sir, but the newest news is most excellent yfaith. Prethee lets heare it. Why this it is, the Serieants are watching to arrest you at maister Berries sute. Wounds, where? Nay, I know not where; alas sir, there is no such matter, I did but say so much, to make you warme the handle of your rapier: But M. Bawdler, I haue good newes for you. Let me heare it, my sweete russetting. How, russeting? I my little apple Iohn. You are a A what? You are a, O that I could speake for indignation! Nay, what am I? Yon are a pippinmonger to call me Russetting or apple Iohn. Sirra Russetting, ile pare your head off. You pippinmonger, Ile cut off your legs, and make you trauel so neere the mother earth, that euery boy shall be high enough to steale apples out of thy basket, call mee Russetting? Nay, be friends, be friends. As I am a gentleman cripple, I meant him no harme, but the name of Russetting to maister Fiddle, that many times trauells vnder the arme in veluet, but for the most part in leather trussd with calue-skinne points, tis most tolerable, and not to be indured, flesh and bloud cannot beare it. Come, come, all shall be well. Fiddle, giue me thy hand, a plague on thee, thou knowest I loue thee. Say you so? why then anger auoid the roume, melancholy march away, choler to the next chamber, and heres my hand I am yours to command from this time foorth, your very mortall frend, and louing enemy, maister Fiddle. Now tell vs, what is the newes you had for me? O, the sweet newes, faith sir, this it is, that I was sent to the Cripple from my young Mistris. Maister Cripple you know I haue spent some time in idle words, therefore be you compendions, and tell me if my mistris handkercher be done or no.